This was a reading choice themed to the Supreme Court’s DACA decision. But hey, I would have read it anyway, I like immigrant experience stories. Even before these stories became trendy to like and immigrants became governmentally sanctioned to hate. This story follows three Latin American women, all unauthorized immigrants, living, or trying to anyway, in Los Angeles. The narrative style is that of taking three individual threads and twisting them together into a cohesive total. And so we meet Luz, who works crappy cleaning jobs and has recently been reunited with her difficult 17 year old son, Ostelinda who’s been trafficked into the country and essentially enslaved by a hypocritically evil factory owner and Nadia, a subversive Mexican reporter, who fled the country because her life is in danger and there is a contact out on her due to her writing about the local government. One day Luz’ son, a kid who definitely had too much anger to end up well, disappears and, because she can’t go to the police, she sets off to find him herself, enlisting assistance of Nadia and her friend, a grizzled wildhaired alcoholic white guy with PTSD, who speaks perfect Spanish. In course of their investigation, Luz meets Ostelinda, now all the threads are connected and the story is set to play out straight down to its tragic resolution. I mean, of course, it’s tragic, what did you expect? Not justice, surely? At least not in a legal way. Maybe poetic. Maybe. Anyway, this turned out to be a really good read, it sneaks upon you, first you’re just along for the ride and then it really draws you in, despite the deceptive simplicity of narrative, once you get to know the characters you’re hooked. It’s definitely a character driven story, I like those. Ideologically, it’ll appeal to people directly in proportion to their thoughts on immigration. It doesn’t set of to change anyone’s minds in any overt matter (that seldom if ever works), instead what it does (and so well) is it represents the individuals and their journeys, which is very important because then they are difficult to ignore or think of in sweeping generalizations. So it’s a good book and an important book, not to mention very timely. And…go figure, in this day and age a male looking white looking author managed to publish a book about three Mexican women without any backlash or stink about cultural appropriation. Whaaa. Seriously. Must have slipped through the ever tightening nets of political correctness, you know the ones that did such a number on American Dirt, among others. Guess there’s something to be said for small publishing ventures. And good for them. Limiting stories to one’s personal experience/sex/gender/nationality/creed as deemed appropriate by the PC police is antithetical to what fictional writing is. There, I’ve said it, the soapbox is put away. But do read this book if you get a chance. Recommended. Thanks Netgalley.